Lirik Lagu High Times - Cypress Hill
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Now this some baaad weeed...
B'Real:The very first time I hit the weed I was youngCoughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachersComin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachersNickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickelSellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicleOthers wanted the 40 but I wanted the weedWhile everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seedsHomegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stonedGot my weed plants taller than your telephone's cornerI can remember when I could only get sess in those daysNow I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the hazeRoll a fat one, pass it to the left don't frontBut I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the bluntA bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the fieldSpillin the weed plant fuckin dookies with no skillI should write a book, how to roll it then pass itLight it, grow it, sell it and then divide itMr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they needTrue indeed, blow your fuckin smoke up in the skyAnd get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light
Chorus:Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipeLight it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye rightPut your finger on the hole and hold it in brotherTake a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another
Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all goneNo roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bombI usta spend money but now I'm growin the cropsBut I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spotIt was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brotherThat I look like the nigga on the zig-zag coverMaybe I usta look like that way back whenWhen my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the HenLet the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunkWe got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a bluntQuarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarterMakin trips to Mexico runnin down to the borderLong hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocksKids of all colors be puffin it down the blockI got the weed on lock with all the hydro methodsCall me Puffy cause I makin and takin a hit recordBlow your fuckin smoke up in the sky and get highWith the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light
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B'Real:The very first time I hit the weed I was youngCoughin up a lung, high strung, back in '81Goin to school, hittin the buddah behind the bleachersComin to class high, sellin the lye to the teachersNickel bag, nickel bag, dime to a nickelSellin joints to the honeys suck it like an icicleOthers wanted the 40 but I wanted the weedWhile everybody was runnin out, I was plantin my seedsHomegrown, backyard boogie, I'm still stonedGot my weed plants taller than your telephone's cornerI can remember when I could only get sess in those daysNow I'm rockin that chocolate thai, skunk and the hazeRoll a fat one, pass it to the left don't frontBut I hate it when they don't take the seeds out the bluntA bunch of blunt-rollers are like rookies on the fieldSpillin the weed plant fuckin dookies with no skillI should write a book, how to roll it then pass itLight it, grow it, sell it and then divide itMr. Greenthumb, Dr. Weed, I proceed to give the herb man what they needTrue indeed, blow your fuckin smoke up in the skyAnd get high with your bong or your philly or dutchess give me a light
Chorus:Grab the weed up, pack it in, put it in the pipeLight it up, smoke a bowl, we puffin the lye rightPut your finger on the hole and hold it in brotherTake a puff, that's enough, and pass it to another
Get the weed sack, smoke it up, til it's all goneNo roaches up in the ashtray, smoke up all the bombI usta spend money but now I'm growin the cropsBut I hate it when the pigs throw a raid on the spotIt was once said I smoke so much weed, by a brotherThat I look like the nigga on the zig-zag coverMaybe I usta look like that way back whenWhen my nigga Sen Dog was around sippin on the HenLet the fly rhymes smother you with the scent of the skunkWe got the High Times cover shows you how to roll a bluntQuarter pound, quarter pound, pound to a quarterMakin trips to Mexico runnin down to the borderLong hairs, bald heads, dreads and punk rocksKids of all colors be puffin it down the blockI got the weed on lock with all the hydro methodsCall me Puffy cause I makin and takin a hit recordBlow your fuckin smoke up in the sky and get highWith the bong, philly or dutchess, give me the light
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